The fire excites gypsy dancing.
Sparks mingle angrily into the cool
breezes of a blackened night.
The air becomes possessed with groans
and fevered mutterings. The sounds
crawl to the ground like a snake
fleeing without a fight.
Music fuels the spirit unleashed. Shoes
pound the dirt. Dust clings to everything.
Hands clap a riotous beat. Eyes roam like
lions on the prey.
Dawn moves the caravan, sending the
sorrow souls onto the road. Suspicion
roughens the shoulders they carry.
Quickly, the unknown of them finds a
crease in the shadows, leaving behind
another smoldering campfire.
Roger Singer 